Her Beautiful Nonchalance Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Some summer sun ignites and illuminates as it sets,
The most graceful face it has ever blessed.
Through softly windblown tufts of hair, her eyes show shy,
And out of soft lips speak 'I love you', one can only wonder why.
Remnant of a decisive choice to be only each others,
No thought of regret enters the minds of these two lovers.
Smoothed lines caress her silhouette,
Truly no finer day experienced yet,
As intertwined as life permits,
Despite what some call it's 'wobbly bits'.
Instilling a teetering conception of reality,
Resistance is a perception of futility.
An absence of remorse permeates this embrace,
And two hearts pound against as if a race.
This is what is and what is is the present,
To experience in sync is to ignore the hesitant.
A statement is made with due finality,
'I only want to love you Lailamarie.'